Religion Funeral Poems

These Religion Funeral poems are examples of Funeral poems about Religion. These are the best examples of Funeral Religion poems written by international poets.

He, I, died years ago, when
history started and wrote
manuscripts of its unsound
flesh. Hark, behold His glory!
Yet I was gone before the
dusk of the first revered

© Leah-Rose Irwin  

In God's time we all go back to Him

And it's only in deep sleep,

that we are able to ascend to Him

So that our souls He

© Humphrey Haji Luvumbi  

I know you are sad that I am no longer there. 
I'm in the presents of God. No need to despair. 
This place beautiful unlike

© Karen Bridges   

“Anzac Day, it happened this way”.

 I remember her now, every Anzac Day,
 a sacred day I cannot. celebrate.
 She was his wife, only seventeen.

© London F. Buss  

My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound

© Poet Tellaferro  

Lost in a sea of pain 
Lost to the doors of a Secret Night
Far, far from the shores
of hallow be thy name
searching for the Sacred

© Poet Tellaferro  

Wings black as midnight draw back 
from infernos façade 
Secret devices sharp, 
keen of talons and man-made MAW 
EYES; Scarlet, pumpkin fire orange at the

© Poet Tellaferro  

On site of this forgotten Babylon
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in this annihilated place
What strange creature’s kin
to inhuman race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells 
Uncanny

© Poet Tellaferro  

WINTERS HOUSE 
Black, bare in despair 
alone to nowhere 
On a corner crossroads to everywhere
Sits a house half-forgotten 
a house full of itself and memories
Dark

© Poet Tellaferro  

Only an echo is left
in the halls distant in the falls
void for trapings and all
drifts through the moments like shadows
awaking dreams 
the razor of reality

© Poet Tellaferro  

Gosh-o-Roonies, said the Moonies,
Drag you out into the boonies
Watch you be cut up by loonies
Feed you to the starving goonies.

© Jessica Amanda Salmonson  

Sex Hex
by Michael R. Burch

Love’s full of cute paradoxes
(and highly acute poxes).



Love
by Michael R. Burch

Love is either wholly folly,
or fully holy.



Nun Fun Undone
by Michael R.

© Michael Burch  

grave request
from "the ur poems"
by Michael R. Burch

come to ur doom
in Tombstone;

the stars stark and chill
over Boot Hill

care nothing for ur desire;

still,

imagine they wish u

© Michael Burch  

When all is said and done, I've saved my Black Suit and If it be today That The Lord Takes me away....I am ready. With

© Vicki Acquah  

Our love is true.
Our lives are through.
Now I am with you.
Now I can hold you.

My love for you
Had always knew
Here is where we'll be anew.

Our

© Marissa Faries